#glass castle

[booksmoviesanimalss1]

[red1culous]

Glass Castle

Rolling onto your side you groan curling up into a fetal position. It seemed the best one to relieve the stabbing pain in your stomach. Once the worst wave of pain passed you wiped the tears from your eyes and grab the remote control deciding to distract yourself with something, anything on the telly. 

Water and medication would have been beneficial but you had no energy and the thought of getting up sounded like a form of medieval torture. Part of you wished you could call someone for help. If only your phone wasn’t out of charge. A self berating wave of self pity washes over you as you finally fall asleep, rigid and spent. 

You were so out of it you barely hear the front door opening 22 minutes later. 

“Y/N? Y/N?” Her voice filters through the fog of your brain. Your eyes flicker open but they feel heavy, like lead. The lights are bright forcing your eyes closed. You will them open again and a blur of dark blue and red hair move in front of you. You feel yourself being shifted. A light shines in your eyes. 

“Nat?” you groan when a light sting spreads across your cheek. 

“C’mon now you need to drink some water” she says leaning over you helping you get upright. 

The minute her hands are on you, you remember you hadn’t showered in days and probably looked like death personified. 

“You shouldn’t be here. You could get infected” you try but fail to hide the numb, somnolent panic to your plea. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” she says calmly, staring her determination into you. Her green eyes blazed, indomitable, and she was never more beautiful than she was right then. 

She hands you a glass of coconut water. “Drink” she instructs.

You gladly accept it taking a generous gulp. A little trickles down your chin and you quickly wipe it with the sleeve of your shirt. You notice that your clothes aren’t stiff with your own crusty dried vomit. The realisation hits you like a tonne of bricks when you look down and see yourself in a fresh set of joggers and matching tee. 

“You changed me?” you ask. 

“Yes.” She nods as your face turns a beet red. “I also gave you a sponge bath well because…” she trails off before quickly adding, “Why? Self conscious?”

“Urgh,” you groan loudly and she chuckles. “Only that I shit myself and was covered in vomit. Not exactly how I pictured you seeing me for the first time, you know?”

“You pictured that huh?” she asks smirking.

You screw your eyes shut and wrinkle your nose realising that you had just exposed one of your deepest secrets to her. 

“You’re not a good person, picking on a dying person” you say your eyes still closed. 

She starts to laugh and you feel the whole bed shake with her. “You’re not dying. And I never said I was a good person” she says enjoying herself. 

This makes you look at her. And once you do you’re trapped by the foliant blaze of her green eyes. She doesn’t look away. You watch each other. Her eyes were softer, far softer than you had ever remembered them. 

She then pushes a lock of hair behind her ear with her thumb and forefinger. You find that you liked the hard-edged cleverness of her conversation, and the easy way she held your eyes until the precise moment when it stopped being comfortable, like right now, and then smiles, softening the assail, but never looking away. 

She knew. She had to know. 

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[tac-the-unseen]

Dude I'm reading Glass Castle by Jeannette walls for my English class, and this shit is something else.

My god, is this autobiography built different. The details She provides in this book is gut wrenching shit. My teacher couldn't read some parts of the properly because of the content and had us read it ourselves.

But fucking hell this passage speaks volumes. This is her mother speaking to her after Jeanette builds a life for herself. This woman is begging her daughter to steal money from her newly-wed husband to by a million dollar family property they aren't even going to live in.

This woman is homeless by choice. She owns two houses and refuses to sell them or live in them. She refuses to get a job now and when raising her children, even when their acholic father was fired. The amount of selfishness is a different level of disgusting.

This is Jeanette's mother's version of a congratulations!? This is how her mother shows pride!?

Fuck off.

Like actually.

[runawayandhide]

[ademella]

Postcard I sent to Japan

[batty-n-bratty]

[02void]

crystal castles, 2008

[visionsofnightfall]

Edinburgh yesterday.

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[nerved-music]

"Glass Castle" the Sixth and last track of my first mixtape: Mix Vol. 1

I dont know who is going to find this but new track in 2 weeks ? idk

[hiding-under-the-willow]

anyways. What

[aterfish]

Show me how to be whole again

[symptomofdecadence]

[th0rns]

via

[doedeeeeer]

[gothish]

alice glass

[cocaineheartz]

start a collection of brine, because all you do is cry, wood ticks whisper to console you